Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 365 Color-pennant Town

[Donald’s Perspective]

After finishing speaking, I no longer cared about Ruth, who was prostrated on the ground, and walked out the door with my gun in hand.

Unbeknownst to , Gino signaled his n to watch Ruth closely and then followed out with large strides, saying as he walked, "I know I can’t dissuade you now, but Levi and Henry are not easy to deal with! Going there now might not necessarily rescue Margaret, and it’s very likely to expose your own position and put you in danger, so I suggest..."

I stopped by the car door and turned back to glance at him, saying indifferently, "Since you know you can’t dissuade , what’s the point of saying so much? I suggest you don’t give suggestions, just stay here and wait for my further instructions. Our plan to attack Poison Snake Island remains unchanged!"

Just as I was about to crouch into the passenger seat, Gino grabbed my arm.

I glanced at my arm, held by him, and looked sideways at Gino, my eyes filled with iciness saying: Let go!

Gino sighed, released my arm, and looked at sowhat speechlessly, saying directly, "You always act impulsively without considering anything else; that hasn’t changed at all. Can you hear out before leaving, Your Majesty? My suggestion is that I lead the way, and we take a shortcut by flying there to save them!"

Flying was certainly the best option, but the only drawback was that the main force couldn’t keep up; we could only take a few elites from the assault team ahead, while the rest of the troops would follow quickly by vehicle.

"This is the first ti I’ve seen you lose control like this; it seems Margaret really is the love of your life!"

Gino sat next to , holding a mini submachine gun and said without turning his head.

On hearing this, I gathered my sowhat distracted thoughts and slightly frowned, retorting, "Less talk, be careful when we rescue her later. Don’t slow down the assault team with your age."

Seemingly dissatisfied that I ntioned his age, Gino gave a light glare and quirked his mouth speechlessly, "Still as unlovable as ever, haven’t changed a bit! How did a gentle and beautiful girl like Margaret fall for you? Tell honestly, did you use your Lycan king identity to force her?"

"So you rember I am the Lycan king, huh! Since we last t, you haven’t addressed properly even once, right? Considering you made such an effort today, I won’t hold this ’grave disrespect’ against you; no need to thank !"

After finishing speaking, I faintly exhaled, feeling so of the irritation inside dissipate.

Gino feigned a snicker and gave a sowhat speechless look, but I naturally didn’t take it too seriously because I knew he was deliberately joking to lighten my agitation and anger.

If we really calculate, Gino and I have known each other for nearly ten years. This guy has always been this carefree, even before I inherited the Wolf royal family. He says I haven’t changed at all, but hasn’t he remained the sa himself?

This guy has always been a troubleso friend to ; whenever we et, we inevitably tease or mock each other, and that’s just our way of getting along.

Actually, this trip to Lilo Sea saw Gino putting in quite an effort, both openly and behind the scenes. I ought to thank him, even though he is a ’jerk’ hovering between the lawful and the lawless sides.

From Black Sand Bay Pier to this so-called Color-pennant Town, it took us less than half an hour. Because helicopters are too conspicuous, we found a place to land as we approached the town.

The night sea breeze was cold, chilling even, when it blew on my face.

I adjusted my overcoat, disrupted by the helipad’s breeze, and my wolfish eyes glead in the darkness, "People are still loading and unloading goods at the pier at this hour; the villagers really live ’diligently,’ don’t they!"

As I spoke, I took out my gun and crouched low, moving closer; Gino and Christian quickly followed behind .

[Spread out and close in, I want to see what’s inside their cargo holds!] I ordered all the Lycans through the mind-link.

As their figures rged into the night, I turned back to look at Gino and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell which shipping company that boat belongs to?"

Upon hearing that, Gino slightly straightened up and began observing, and after a while, he replied in a low voice, "The ones who use red and black stripes as their flag are only Berton’s private ships and the ’Far Voyage’ logistics company from the north. But judging by the vessel’s construction, I tend more towards it being ’Far Voyage’."

"’Far Voyage,’ huh? Seems we can’t avoid them no matter how much we turn around," I repeated the na of the logistics company, my eyes dark and dangerous.

This was the clue that Eric had tried so hard to find previously, and now it erged blatantly before —I was not about to be polite!

Thinking this, I raised my hand signaling Christian to act, paying no mind to Gino’s sowhat puzzled look toward .

"You know about ’Far Voyage’ logistics? Then what were you asking for just now?" Gino followed closely behind , his voice low.

Only then did I turn to look at him, the corners of my mouth curving up slightly, and I whispered, "Eric ca here under my orders for them. Do you think I should know?"